Hope for Spring

I stood behind my church’s connection desk, and
watched as one of the greeter’s hair soared straight into the air, as the wind
swirled and ruffled it to and fro. The drear and drizzle continued throughout
most of the afternoon. It was the first day of Daylight Savings Time, and the
weather seemed to remind me of how sleepy I really was and that caffeine was
not a strong enough remedy for my tired body.

I took a nap in an attempt to satiate my body’s
need for rest, and upon waking up, I spotted the most glorious sunbeams pouring
in through the bay window. They flickered in and out of the clouds, and when I
finally made it alfresco to let the dogs out, the sun stuck. Golden rays of sun
created a spotlight on the newly bloomed flowers. The flowers, in saturated
hues of yellow, purple, and pink, reminded me of glimmers of hope. Hope in
which I so desperately need reminding of today.

Each winter I feel as though God likes to teach
me the hard things. Perhaps it’s because I’m forced indoors with my thoughts,
and I cannot escape into the Pacific Northwest’s outdoor playground. Or maybe
it’s my own internal reflections rearing their head. Either way, it seems as though
the past few winters have been riddled with a little bit of gloom. I know I am
not alone in feeling this way, as many friends and family have poured out their
hearts to me stating the same awareness of life’s difficulties. I hope in
God, and I know with Him, I can weather through any storm. Sometimes, however, it feels as though after
the storm you are a little worse for wear. A little beaten—skin chapped and rubbed
raw from the lashing of the waves, but not defeated.

And then there are moments like today: I saw a
physical reminder of hope coming. Flowers. So simple, yet striking. God knew I
needed this physical reminder of His goodness.

Hosea 6:3 says, “Let us know; let us press on to
know the Lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the
showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.”

As surely as the spring rains fall, if we call
upon God, He will come. He will answer us. He
will provide us with hope in daily reminders of flowers blooming, and in the
answers of prayers prayed for many years. God will come and take our bruised
spirits and renew us with His strength. He will come and fill our hearts with a
longing for something more. He will come and bind up our broken and weary
hearts and draw them close to Him. He will come and bring healing, and peace,
and calm the turmoil in our lives. He will come to us as the showers,
frequently and at the exact moment needed.

Spring is coming. I saw that hope today in the
form of a dewy daffodil. Hope is coming. His name is Jesus.

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Readers, What are you looking forward to seeing happen as spring arrives?

1 comment:

Sarah, I too live in the Pacific Northwest (near Seattle) and can relate to your descriptions of 'drear and drizzle.' I rejoice with you in God's silent message that Spring is coming...we have hope in our strong Saviour, Jesus.

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